Easy Money

HUMILITY

"If I don't get off, I going to bust," Brandy said as she strode through the apartment door.

"What's wrong? No luck tonight."

"Plenty. But no one with the right kink."

"That leaves me, I guess," Donald said with regret.

"Yes, it leaves you. We're family, right?"

"A little more than kin and less than kind, I think."

Brandy rushed into the bedroom, flinging her work stuff off as she went, halter here, miniskirt there. She jumped onto the bed landing like a cat on all fours.

"Hurry up will? I'm dying over here," she yelled over her shoulder.

"You know I'm getting a little old for this."

"Old? Donald you're the best. And believe me I know."

"Thanks," he grinned sadly climbing into bed next to her. "The usual?"

"Not tonight. I've been very bad."

"Oh boy." Don knew the routine and hated it. But Brandy insisted that she had to have it. "Shut up bitch."

"But– "

He palmed her ass loudly. "I said shut up."

Brandy bit her lip.

"You stupid worthless piece of shit."

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

"Don't give me that you stupid slut." He slapped her again, harder. "I'm sick of your sorry. Can't you do anything right?"

"Please."

"Nothing about you pleases anyone."

"I got some money. Look, it's in my bag."

"Chump change. What I want is to see you suffer."

"Yes. I've been very bad. Go ahead, if you want you can fuck you."

"Fuck you? You freak. I'll fuck you all right, but not like a girl, like a boy." Donald slathered the goo from the nightstand in the crack of her tight little ass. Then he popped two fingers up her hole getting her loose and wet inside.

"No. For God's sake."

"Shut up boy." Don jerked her to her knees, arching her back cruelly. "You hate yourself don't you."

"Pleeeeeease."

Donald hated himself for degrading her this way but mostly he hated himself because his dick was so hard. He grabbed his prick, pumped it even harder with hand, then slapped it against her buttocks.

"I am a piece of shit. All I'm good for is being fucked."

"Say it," Don hissed, yanking her back with her hair.

"Hurt me."

"Say it."

"Please, hurt me."

Donald pressed the tip of his cock into the dimple of her hole. It wanted him, welcoming him into her. It was like magic the way his cock disappeared into it smooth skin of her ass.

"Up. Push it up."

"I know." Don slammed himself into her and up driving himself into her prostate.

"Ooh,' Brandy purred.

Don shoved again.

"Mmm."

"Fucking pervert!"

"Now."

Don humped her ass, bumping her into the headboard with a loud hollow clump.

"Yes. Yes!"

"Uhh," Don grunted, sorry he could wait for her.

"Baby. Ooh Baby," Brandy whimpered, falling on to her chest, smothering her tits against the bed covers.

Donald stroked her hair tenderly.

"There, there baby. It's okay. Everything's okay."

"Mmm," Brandy mewed, dropping her hips, then rolling onto her back. Her unlined face gazed up into Donald's crinkled one.

"You're the best. God you're good. Nobody else can make me come. Only you."

"Shh."

"I'm so sleepy," She purred, unable to keep her eyes open. "Tell me a story. You know the one."

"Not again Brandy."

"Please. Tell me about Kyle and Mercedes."

"Sure."